In my opinion, some of how people react is societal.
When I was a kid, there were no video games. TV came over an antenna, with few channels and no remote control. We were bored quite a bit, but this led to imaginative innovation as we would take whatever was on hand and create our own entertainment with it. Although it's become a cliche, we actually would take an empty cardboard appliance box and play with the thing for days on end, until it fell apart and got thrown out.
The nature of "boredom" has changed.
People now have a phone that links them to literally millions of options. They come under the spell of social media and their attention span gets whittled away by an endless stream of clickbait and insidious video games. Trends and likes are fed into an algorithm whose sole purpose is to shape, funnel and herd opinion and ultimately, where and how we spend our dollars. It has infiltrated every aspect of our lives and the newer generations have it embedded in their DNA.
I realize this view is a broad brush generalization, but my point is that it has shortened attention spans.
Sometimes when they show the crowds at sporting events, I am bewildered at how many people are gazing into their phones. Does the game not provide enough stimulation? Are there concerns so pressing that people need to stay "connected", even at a game? Has the new electronic world enslaved our attention spans? Hmmm.....
I sound like a grumpy old man and maybe I am - Get off my lawn!
It's hard to engage people because giving you attention means ignoring all the (addictive) things that have flooded the well and washed away the boredom that made the empty appliance box a fort, a tank track, a tunnel etc. There are fewer and fewer of us willing to listen to what a singer/songwriter is try to put across in a live setting because the competition for our attention has grown beyond any reasonable comprehension and the goal posts of what constitutes common courtesy are constantly moving.
Let's face it. Clips of fools making themselves sick with spoonfuls of cinnamon go viral while songs that may or may not be great languish in the darkness of an unopened folder.
The world is changing my friend, like it always has and always will.
This rant is just an observation and an opinion.
If I could distill it into a song, I would and it would most certainly join the others in my unopened folder.